Monday♥️🇺🇸🙏 wrap-up! Whipple Street …+ more🇺🇸💐

Worcester – On Whipple Street (off Blackstone River Road in Quinsig Village) …

So what’s the rule for City of Worcester SUBCONTACTORS and their construction work in our city?


What are the protocols?? Are these guys keeping neighborhood people safe?


Last Friday Whipple Street, off Blackstone River Road in Quinsigamond Village, was overflowing with workers …


They are at it again this morning.

These guys have been working on the same patch of street for ONE YEAR.



Even during a global pandemic. Even when Canal District construction has slowed down. Even when they are BLATANTLY NON-ESSENTIAL.

All for $$$$$$$.

– pics/text by Rose T.



By Rose T.

Rose’s Polish immigrant grandmother – Bapy – and Auntie. circa 1940

My Bapy (granny) from Poland (pictured here) saw the light. So did my pretty auntie, seated left. They toughed out the Great Depression and World War II – Bapy and my grandfather, in the family tenement on Bigelow Street in Green Island. Small, basic, but clean – a corner pictured here. My auntie had painted the kitchen for her parents and bought my Bapy a wringer washer now that she had a good head housekeeper job in Springfield. Working, along with my mom and her other sister, for the Bishop of Springfield!

The Block, that big brick tenement building, on the corner of Lafayette and Bigelow streets, housed many Eastern European immigrants – Worcester’s factory or mill workers who spoke little English – “DPs” – “Dumb Polacks” to the rest of the city. A million stories, a few of which my late mom told me: the perv in the adjacent tenement who watched my mom, a little girl, enter her apartment – the perv motioning to her through the lowered shade over his door to “come here.” The landlord who told my Bapy, when her family was almost late with rent, after paying it on time for years: I’ll just throw you out, Rosie! … The doctor who made house calls to Bapy and other Polish immigrants in the neighborhood. He was called “the Horse Doctor.”

All the indignities, insults and deprivation hurt, but they gave Bapy, my aunts, my Jaju and my mother a quiet strength. Determination. Dignity. Even grace. Look how straight my auntie sits in her chair! Look how cute Bapy looks in her neat dress and hair pulled back in a tight bun … she is gently leaning into her oldest daughter whose arm is draped over her shoulder – now a grownup helping to support the family during the War. They are a picture of dignity.

It was never about stuff or money. It was always about family, kids, love, God, hugs, dogs, cats, plants, closeness, prayers, sunlight … pierogi!

They had seen the light through all their darkness! Maybe now, during our own dark days, we Americans will see the light.



Think your lockdown is unpleasant? Imagine how your dog feels every day

By Ingrid Newkirk

Sheltering in Place with Jett and Lilac … pics: Rose T.

Today, we visit a park

People all around the world are bemoaning having to stay mostly at home for some weeks because of COVID-19. After just a day or two — even with the internet, Netflix, books, music, games, FaceTime and endless other ways to entertain themselves and stay connected, not to mention walks in the park and trips to the store — many people reported feeling lonely, bored, restless, or even depressed or angry.

Perhaps this will help them empathize with their dogs.

Many people say they “love” their dogs — they may feed them, take them to the veterinarian and buy them expensive collars and toys — but they deprive them of their most basic and vital needs day after day, by leaving them in total isolation for nine or more hours at a time.

The only social interaction many of these “family members” have is when their owners come home from work, dump some food in their bowl, give them a quick pat on the head and a zip around the block—impatiently pulling them along when they try to sniff—before rushing out again for the rest of the evening, leaving them to spend even more hours lonely.

This is cruelty. Yes, just like puppy mills or dogfighting. And it’s even worse when people crate dogs like prisoners inside their own homes. Their minds and muscles atrophy, and they must either endure the discomfort of “holding it” or lie in their own waste. If a fire or other disaster strikes, they have no chance of escape—some dogs have burned or drowned to death in these canine cages.

With more people at home now, many dogs are relishing a reprieve from the mind-numbing tedium and soul-crushing loneliness of spending their days staring at the wall, waiting for their owners to come home. Yet, when the pandemic is over and people return to their routines, will they also go back to warehousing these living, thinking, feeling beings like old shoes?

And while some dogs may be getting more walks lately, many must still keep their guardians’ pace, not go at their own, and are fitted with choke or prong collars that strangle them or stab them in the neck if they pause to investigate anything interesting. Recently, while stuck in traffic, I saw a woman tugging a reluctant dog, all four feet dragging along the ground, across the street—her schedule was too tight, her life too important, for her to allow the dog a moment to sniff a lamp post.

Dogs’ noses are so sensitive that one whiff can tell them who passed by a spot earlier and what kind of health they were in. Stopping to sniff is just as important to dogs as checking the news or Facebook is to us. Depriving them of this basic pleasure is simply cruel.

Many people feel that the pandemic has taken over many aspects of their lives, but humans control every aspect of dogs’ lives, from what and how often they can eat to when and where they can relieve themselves. Imagine how that would feel. So many dogs never get a chance just to behave like dogs—to sniff, run, dig and bark.

While humans talk a blue streak, the minute dogs utter a peep, they get shushed. Not only is it rude never to let dogs get a word in edgewise, it’s also their right to use their voices, and if we don’t pay attention, we’re missing what they’re saying to us. As I write in my new book, Animalkind, dogs modify the pitch, timing and amplitude of their barks to convey different messages. They have separate growls for tussling over food and to warn of approaching strangers, for example. Many dogs have warned their guardians of fires, intruders or other dangers, saving their lives—all the more reason to let them speak and to listen when they do!

So let’s take this opportunity to spend time with our dogs, make their lives interesting and give them some freedom. Let’s throw away the crates, never lock them up again, and arrange for a trusted person to give them exercise and companionship when our normal workdays resume. Let’s let them set the pace on walks, choose which way to go and linger over interesting scents as long as they’d like.

No one should have to spend their life on lockdown simply because they walk on four legs instead of two.